The marks of my pain,
Stitch my wrists,
The blood of depression still stains,
The white swollen skin,
Of my deathly guilt.
They tried to put me away,
To see a shrink,
But they don't know what it is,
That constantly plagues my thoughts.
I'm so alone since she left,
Once a vibrant teen,
Now a dark hollow shell,
Confined to the pages of a diary,
That can only understand,
What I feel within.
My dark eyes peer through,
My long black hair,
The mascara drips,
When I can no longer,
Hold back the tears.
They laugh at me because I'm different,
Like I'm some kind of horrid beast,
A living dead teen of the grave,
Who is followed by the eyes of demons,
Cursing all who may cross my path.
If only they could see me,
For the person I have become,
See all the pain and ridicule,
So many have put me through,
Would I still be here,
Instead of this lonely diary,
Of black shadowed doubts?
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